In a shadowy world where darkness reigns, behold the legend of Jason Martinez known as the infamous red x His name strikes fear into the hearts of even the bravest souls, for he is renowned as the most deadly assassin across all lands. No target has...
In the bowels of an abandoned warehouse, shrouded in an eerie veil of industrial decay and foreboding silence, Red X, a phantom of vengeance cloaked in darkness, unleashed a symphony of chaos and carnage upon a group of fifteen hapless gang members. The stale air hung heavy with the scent of rust and neglect, a fitting backdrop to the impending storm of violence that was about to unfold.
With the deft precision of a seasoned warrior, Red X's hands roved to the hilts of his gleaming swords, twin blades glittering like malevolent stars in the dimly lit expanse. As he moved with unearthly grace through the labyrinthine corridors of the warehouse, the soft whisper of steel leaving its sheath presaged a dance of death and retribution that would soon consume all in its wake.
In a seamless display of lethal artistry, Red X launched his ruthless assault, his swords cleaving through the air with chilling efficiency. The gang members, caught unawares by the sudden tempest of violence, found themselves cut down with brutal precision as Red X weaved through their ranks like a silent wraith, his movements a blur of shadow and steel that left a trail of crimson in his wake.
As the warehouse reverberated with the anguished cries of the fallen, Red X deftly transitioned to his pistols, the staccato report of gunfire echoing through the cavernous space like an ominous drumbeat. Each shot was a mark of death, each bullet a harbinger of finality as Red X's unerring aim found its targets with chilling accuracy, a deadly ballet of lead and destruction that painted the walls in a macabre tapestry of violence.
With the acrid scent of gunsmoke hanging heavy in the air, Red X continued his relentless onslaught, seamlessly switching to a shotgun that bellowed forth its wrath in thunderous blasts. Gang members stood little chance against the inexorable tide of violence, each explosive discharge tearing through flesh and bone with merciless intent, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake.
Then his phone starts ringing. He looks and see it blitzo. He answers it.
Jason: hello?
Blitzo: jason we got a client get here right now.
Jason: kinda in the middle of something. I'll be a little late.
Blitzo: lateness is not a excuse drop whatever your doing and get here now!
Jason: ok fine.
He then hangs up.
Jason: today is the first day on the job and I'm already giving a bad impression. Damn.
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at Imp
[The camera moves to Moxxie, who is holding a black and red crossbow in his hands. In front of him is a picture of a smiling family: a father, a mother, a baby and two children. His arms are shaking as the pointer hovers around the man's crotch area.]
Millie: Moxxie, stop shakin'! You're gonna shoot our only hellhound!
[Loona lies on a gray couch and holds up the family picture in one hand and her phone in the other. On the wall are drawings of Blitzo in a horse shape and a drawing of Robo Fizz with an arrow sticking out from it.]
